Son of a B.
WARNING: Really Stupid Vent.
Ok, someone just has to tell me, because I don't get it. Why in the hell am I sitting here, talking to a really cute/sweet/etc. guy about how I am bending over backwards to get his GIRLFRIEND a ride here for a dance...that I don't even have a date to? Why do I never have a date to anything, for that matter? Why is it that no matter what I do, my parents never fail in making me feel like complete crap? Why is the fucking thing that you need to pull out of a laundry bag NEVER right on the first try? What is it about me that makes gay men (and only gay men) so attracted to me? Why am I typing this and sounding like a giant douche bag? AHHH. I'm so not this dramatic/emotional/cheesy. There are logical answers for each of these questions. But right now I just don't care about them. F this.
Ok, someone just has to tell me, because I don't get it. Why in the hell am I sitting here, talking to a really cute/sweet/etc. guy about how I am bending over backwards to get his GIRLFRIEND a ride here for a dance...that I don't even have a date to? Why do I never have a date to anything, for that matter? Why is it that no matter what I do, my parents never fail in making me feel like complete crap? Why is the fucking thing that you need to pull out of a laundry bag NEVER right on the first try? What is it about me that makes gay men (and only gay men) so attracted to me? Why am I typing this and sounding like a giant douche bag? AHHH. I'm so not this dramatic/emotional/cheesy. There are logical answers for each of these questions. But right now I just don't care about them. F this.